Disguised as a carriage transporting food, Chumluo hid inside and looked at the slightly bleak street through the gap in the carriage.
This is in Wolf City. If it were in Bunas, he wouldn't be able to get close to the important target area - in Bunas, there is basically no need for horse-drawn carriages to transport food.
Those important transportation tasks have been handed over to cars and even relatively new trucks. It is not easy to get such transportation.
Chumro only has one hand left, so he has no ability to load weapons, so he each prepares a lot of guns for himself and throws them away when they are all used up.
Anyway, these weapons were prepared to blame the Datang Group, so if they were lost, they would be lost, and it would not be a big deal.
He is holding a K2 lever rifle and has 4 revolvers in his waist. His firepower can be described as fierce.
On average, each of the people following him had a K2 rifle, and at least one revolver. They were also armed to the teeth. These people were hiding in the carriage, nervously waiting for the moment when the action would begin.
According to their action plan, when the other party opened the back door and let the carriage in, they used knives to kill the doorman and waiter, and then began to break into the Earl's Mansion.
Before being discovered, they will light torches and burn down as many houses as possible, thus creating maximum chaos.
Once discovered, they will use ferocious firepower to defeat the opponent, take advantage of the chaos to directly attack the main building, and then kill everyone inside.
Then, they will take advantage of the chaos to break out and retreat according to the planned route. The other party will be left leaderless because of the murder of the count, and they will be able to escape.
Although this plan does not seem perfect, for example, the retreat plan is too taken for granted.
However, Chumro did not think that they had no chance of escaping. He felt that the simpler the plan, the more likely it was to succeed.
Those who have planned an escape plan in advance will not work hard to complete the task. Only by putting it to death can they finally gain the right to live.
This is the experience summed up by Chumluo's two escapes. He is very confident in himself, and he feels that he is the chosen one.
In that unfavorable situation, he can even survive. If he is not the darling of the gods, what else can he be?
"Isn't it... a little too quiet?" The thin man lowered his voice and said to the strong man beside him: "I always feel that something is not right."
"Don't scare yourself! Idiot!" Chumluo scolded, and then explained: "There are not many people on this street... It is the back door of the Earl's Palace, and it is not a bustling street."
"Yes, we chose early morning...how could it be noisy at this time? Isn't it normal to be quiet..." the strong man also said.
What they both said was very reasonable, so the thin man was embarrassed to say anything more. In this case, no one else dared to open their mouths to speak, and it was already very difficult for him to speak a few words.
After all, everyone is hiding in the carriage. If you talk nonsense without hesitation, you may be exposed in advance.
Soon, when the carriage returned to silence, the driver gently knocked on the partition of the carriage twice.
After hearing the two clanging sounds, everyone's expressions became solemn. They had arrived and were about to enter the Earl's Mansion.
Sure enough, the carriage listened, and Chumro heard the sound of men disguised as carriage drivers knocking on the back door of the Earl's Mansion: "We are here to deliver vegetables and ingredients... Please open the door..."
He knocked on the door gently, but no one came to open the door. There seemed to be no one inside, and there was no sound at all in response to his slightly abrupt knocking.
"Is there anyone?" Finally, after repeating twice that he was the one delivering food, Chumro's subordinate became a little nervous.
This door is made of heavy wood. Although it may not be able to block bullets, it is not easy to open this thing.
Inside the carriage, Chumluo frowned, and he also realized that there must be something wrong with the other party's delay in opening the door.
"Get out of the car!" He lowered his voice as much as possible, and used a very low volume to remind the strong men and thin people around him: "Keep your voice down!"
The thin man was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately pushed open the back door of the carriage at hand. The dim street lights made it difficult for him to see the scene in the distance, but even so, he could still see that there seemed to be a figure swaying in the darkness.
"Bang!" Just as the thin man was stunned for a moment, a sudden gunshot was heard, rippling back and forth in the silent night sky.
The thin man's chest seemed to have been hammered by something. He staggered back several steps, then his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.
He looked down and saw blood staining his clothes. He subconsciously wanted to lift the K2 lever rifle in his hand, but the second gunshot rang out.
Another bullet hit him, this time without any luck, his head was penetrated by the bullet, and the sharp bullet took out a piece of brain and sprayed it on the ground of the street.
The thin man's last bit of consciousness allowed him to see a flash of light. It was the window of the building opposite, and someone there was aiming a weapon at him.
"Damn... I just said something was wrong..." He wanted to curse, but he was speechless. His unconscious body fell down on his back.
"There's an ambush! There's an ambush!" The strong man screamed loudly as he watched the thin man being shot to death with two bullets.
He quickly jumped off the carriage and prepared to escape from this crowded death zone. The wooden carriage of this carriage was not a shelter, and bullets could easily penetrate it.
Being crowded in the carriage compartment was definitely waiting for death, so his first reaction was to jump out of the carriage quickly to find a safer position and fire back.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unfortunately, when he jumped off the carriage, a field of stars lit up at the end of the alley. These lights flickered non-stop, accompanied by dense gunshots.
Before the strong man's feet even touched the ground, bullets were fired at him. Before he even had time to scream, his whole body was beaten into pieces.
Chumro moved almost at the same time. He dropped the K2 rifle in his hand and used another subordinate next to him as a shield to push him out of the carriage. Then he also jumped off and rolled in a circle when he landed.
He felt that he had been shot in the stomach, and he didn't know if it was serious or not. But with the cover of the two corpses, he was able to avoid the first round of bullets by lying on the ground.
At this time, the carriage became a hell - the wooden carriage was riddled with bullets and was riddled with holes in an instant.
The bullets shattered the wooden boards, flying sawdust inside the carriage, cutting the flesh and blood inside. There was blood spattering everywhere, and desperate screams echoed in the night sky.
Bullets were also flying from the front, and the two frightened tall horses neighed under the bullets. They struggled twice before falling to the ground, with blood flowing down their manes.
The fake coachman who knocked on the door had bullets nailed to the door. He didn't even have time to pull out the revolver hidden behind him.
"Thud, tug, tug!" The Thompson submachine gun's continuous and desperate firing never stopped, because the well-trained security forces of the Datang Group always had someone firing, and someone was changing their own magazines at the same time.
The reliability of this thing is still very high, and it is not easy to jam. At least in urban environments, the Thompson is a very good submachine gun.
The intense firepower suppressed the other party and made it impossible for them to raise their heads. The dozen or so people in the carriage were beaten to pieces by bullets without even understanding what was happening.
With great difficulty, one of Chumluo's men finally jumped out of the carriage, but he hit Chumluo's side directly, leaving holes all over his body. After a few gasps, there was no movement.
Chumro pulled out a revolver from his waist, raised his hand and shot out the dim street light above his head. He felt that hiding in the darkness could at least increase his chances a little.
Unfortunately, the brief darkness when the street lights went out didn't help him much, because two flares suddenly flew up, illuminating everything nearby.
At this time, Chumro discovered that in almost all the windows of the building across the street, there were shooters aiming at their carriage.
That's not a few people, but dozens of people!
The other party was well prepared! Their actions... were exposed!
Chumluo realized in an instant that the other party had already prepared for their action and had dug a big hole for them!
The opponent's firepower was more ferocious than theirs, or more ferocious than all the firearms Chumulo had ever seen.
The continuous fire was almost the same as a machine gun, and was completely incomparable to the K2 lever rifle they obtained.
"Ah!" In the carriage, another of Chumro's men rushed out with a gun. He fired continuously at the black shadow in the distance, and the two revolvers in his hand also made continuous gunshots.
However, as soon as he jumped off the carriage, the two revolvers in his hand were shot to pieces. When the gun in his hand ran out of bullets, he immediately became a lamb to be slaughtered.
After all, this man was a ferocious man. He dropped the two pistols, threw himself to the ground without thinking, and crawled to pick up the K2 lever rifle next to the skinny man's body.
Because of his cover, the other two people in the carriage who were lucky enough to survive also jumped out of the carriage, and then they each found cover and hid behind the carriage.
By the light of the flare, Chumro lay on the ground and finally saw the injuries on his body clearly - he was shot once in the stomach, and another shot hit his leg.
He crawled on the ground twice, struggled and rolled to the back of the carriage, hiding between the two men.
The fierce man who opened the situation for them was hit by a condescending bullet when he went to grab the thin man's K2 rifle, and then there was no sound.
